"Hey, Bouchard!" A voice called from down the hall. Marcie raised an eyebrow as her name was called, pausing in the hall and momentarily causing a halt in traffic. She looked over her shoulder to see Reed making her ways towards her with a grin, a giant among the crowd, shoving first years away to make a path.
"What?" she sighed, and his grin widened. He came up next to her, slinging a lanky arm over her shoulders. His fingers toyed with one of her curls. She let him.
"Aw, not even a proper hello? That's rude, Marce," he informed her, pouting slightly.
"Terribly sorry," she said, rolling her eyes. "And don't call me that."
"I'll call you whatever I like," he said, smirking at her, and she matched his expression.
"Fine then, Micah," she said pointedly, elbowing him in the side slightly. His smirk grew.
"Well played, Bouchard," he said, his blue eyes full of humor, even the odd, sightless one. "Feel free."
She was suddenly very aware of his arm slung around her shoulders, and she picked up her pace, forcing him to keep up.
"This is fun and all, but I've got to get to class," she said briskly, shouldering her bag. "Is there any real reason you came to talk to me?"
"Oh come on, does there always have to be a reason. Sometimes I just want to say hello!" he said, pouting again, and she rolled her eyes in turn.
"With you, there's always a reason."
"Point taken," he said. A cocky grin stretch across his features, and he pulled her closer to him. "Well, Miss Bouchard, I'm here to offer you the chance of a lifetime. Are you aware of the Hogsmeade trip coming up?"